Quiet Death

A hushed heartbeat
The sound flutters through the empty room
As it slows, quiets, ends
A held breath
The sound flits through the empty room
As it slows, quiets, ends
A warm touch
The feeling dances on your skin
As it cools, diminishes, ends
A hot breath
The feeling raises the hair on the back of your neck
As it fades, freezes, ends
A bright green eye
The gaze holds yours
Until it falters, disappears, ends
Soft warm lips
Pink with blood against yours
Before they split and crack, releasing a wave of crimson
This is his quiet death